I spend all my time looking at a textbook of scribbles,
and outside in the sky above the ultra tall buildings,
I see unreachable dreams.
I want to bust down the door to feelings with no outlet.
Smoking a cigarette behind the schoolhouse,
if I’m found out, nowhere to run.
Crouching in a heap, with my back to them,
I glare at the adults that have no idea how I feel.
And my pals are making plans to run away from home tonight.
For now, I just don’t wanna go back to school or home.

A night at 15, I’m shivering unsure even what I’m doing here.
I race off on a stolen motorcycle, no destination in mind
into the pall of the dark night,
escaping into this night, ’cause I don’t wanna be bound by anyone
A night at 15 when I felt I was free.

The wind is cold, my body is cold
I long for human contact.
I race by the side of the house of that dreamer,
whispering goodbye to her.
The one shining thing in the darkness, a vending machine
warmth you can buy for a 100 yen coin, I grip the hot can of coffee
I don’t know how this romance will turn out
but I’m always dreaming of my future with her.
the adults are always telling me “get rid of your heart, get rid of it”
but I don’t wanna.
If all we are is some boring classes,
whatta tiny, whatta meaningless whatta powerless

Night at 15, I race off on a stolen motorcycle, no destination in mind
into the pall of the dark night,
I smoke a cigarette I just learned how to,
looking at the starry sky

Night at 15, I keep searching for freedom,
I race off on a stolen motorcycle, no destination in mind
into the pall of the dark night,
escaping into this night, ’cause I don’t wanna be bound by anyone
A night at 15, when I felt I was free.

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